The Jasper weekly courier. [volume] (Jasper, Ind.) 1858-1922, 1887-06-10

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knit. Amy wandered along the path.
soothcd and comforted BY the delicious
air. the freshness o. the growing green
things. and the songs Of the birds. who
were building nests with all the zest
Of young housekeepers.
There were wild violets growing un-
der the trees. and they beguiled her
from the path. and she pushed farther
and farther into the depths Of the
woods, the deep solitude answering al
most like companionship her own
mood. and. without its sorrow, too,
gently consoling.
Wandering far in the painless place.
she at last struck a wood-road again.
and, after resting for few moments
beside merry little brook that touched
the path. and then turned and darted
of into the green maze. she began. as
she thought, to retrace her steps, but,
having followed this road at long dis
lance. until she was faint with fatigue.
she came to sudden halt, with the ex-
clamation:
II have lost my way"
She leaned against one Of the old
trees. and tried TO reason in what d.
rection she should 60; but unaccus-
toned TO wood-signs she could not de-
termine. The sun slant was no guide
to east or west, for 1t was now high
noon. just when. in her weakness,
she was about to give way to too ready
tears, the sound Of horses hoofs broke
upon her ear, and presently there ap-
peared under the leafy arch horse
man riding at easy pace, humming "a
himself a merry tune. He stopped
when he came near. arrested by some
appealing movement on her part, and
looked down inquiringly upon her
anxious face.
"Can you tell me the way to the Hill
farm?" she asked. Il have not thu
least idea where / am"
The Hill-farm." he answered, lilies
some four miles back on the other road
You will have to strike that, through
the woods. But stay! you look very
tired. am on my way to NJ. bu
far away now. ! must 60 there first
but il you don't mind riding over will
me. I'll take you to Hill farm OF
horseback. You had better let M
take you; il is long walk. and diff
cult to cross the woods. II you are
stranger"
Il am stranger said Amy. ''Al
though l have lived all winter by tn
NAPLES. / have never been in thes
woods before; and am no forester"
She looked. with an expression 0
scrutiny. into the face Of the riler. II
was a youth Of pleasant, frank coun
tenance. who naturally inspired trus
and confidence.
II am Howard Glenn" he said, an
swering her look Of inquiry. Il liv
with my mother at M. She is eS
pecting me now. or would offer :
take you home first. Perhaps you vii
stop aud rest at our house. ! shout
like to have you see my mother. She
the most comforting woman in tn
whole world"
The most comfortingp Did he. then
ut glance. read her forlornncss?
II will 90 with you" she said. ''Yo'
are kind. And am very tired"
Amy could hardly have fancied no,
restful would be the ride through III
woods -- borne along cxultantl
through the air. instead Of toiling O
foot. Her companion spoke but SCI
dom; she still less. They cantere
along rapidly. and at the very edge q
the forest came upon richiy-turfc
opening. that commanded in view III
circuit Of many delightful miles.
Here we are. said Howard. as the
stopped at a gate within few step
OF q porch covered with climbin
roses. just beginning to show the pin
OF their blossoms; and this porch wa
the entrance Of large. rambling. olt
fashioned house, with its gables an
quaint windows ovcrgrown with vines
: wherever they could climb.
Before Amy had time to think. a
elderly lady. with face like Howard
only more sympathetic, one woul
say-had received. AS her guest. mis-
Leigh. Of Hill-farm. and led her int
one Of those sort Of rooms that rose
growing outside, might look into witt
out losing their bloom. the interior WI
ut once so sunny, and cheerful. an
fresh.
Howard said: If you will sta
: with my mother for few moment
Miss Leigh. will be ready for Hi
|, farm He added: ~ have a lit
more packing to do. mother.
brought over few things for Fran
Then | am of. /"
MY son." explained Mrs. Glen
"is going canoeing for fortnigh
, with friend. supposed You .
served his Knickcrbocker costum
! that is but one phase Of the canoeiI
rig. ] have been putting up hamp
for the first day Of the journey; aft
that, they will fare as II haps. BIZ
my child and here Mrs. Glenn
voice changed from its cheerful bris
|. | mass q, n 1ow almost careSsinv tone